I was a performative male today: drinking matcha, eating tofu, driving a sedan, wearing corduroys and thermals and stacked necklaces, and pretending trying to think deeply about things.
BUT! These are all things that I truly enjoy, so is it being performative if I'm just...being myself?
Here in lies the problem. This morning--as I was attaching my belt chain--the realization that I had donned the Performative Male Uniform struck my noggin. Subsequently all actions and further leaning into today's aesthetic reinforced the thought of "chuckle chuckle, I'm being a Performative Lil Guy today".
As a transmasculine-ballpark-identifying individual, the performance of gender itself relies more on vibes rather than biology so that might have added a layer of irony too. Am I so far deep into the masc pipeline that I got turned around again? The public sphere recognizes PM as "men trying to be feminine/soft/learned to seem more desirable", so does that automatically negate any masculinity I might have intended??
I guess the only thing I can really take away from this is that I was performing being performing for an audience that is myself in order to perform for the audience that perceives me??
Let me know if I should post the outfit